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justmystyles · 11 months

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Ok so I was thinking Harry is very private and only seen with skinny girls but then he got a new bandmember but she is plus size and wears glasses so even tho they act cute and couply ? On stage fans just think they are really good friends but one night Harry slips up bc bandmember got hurt by flying objects and he rushes over to her giving her hugs and pecks asking over and over if she is ok ? And well he might’ve sorta forgot where they where but then didn’t care bc his baby girl got hurt hope that makes sense and hope you wanna write it

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pairing: Harry Styles x band member plus size reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: you and harry have been keeping your relationship off the radar, but his concern for you overwhelms his need for privacy.

warnings: physical injury, not sure if that is one, but better safe than sorry.

a/n: thank you so much for this ask @fanficismydrug! i loved this idea so much, and it was so exciting to bring it to life. i hope it's what you were hoping for!

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You tapped gently on Harry’s dressing room door, almost immediately hearing him call for you to enter. As you stepped over the threshold, you watched his eyes peer up from the book he was reading, his pensive expression quickly turned to a smile as he folded over his page, putting the book down on the table behind him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” You apologize as you enter the room.

“Don’t be silly, you’re never a bother.” He outstretched his arms. “Get over here, angel.”

You happily sauntered into his embrace, kissing him softly as he pulled you into his lap. “Hi,” you smile against his lips.

You were so excited when you were hired to play trumpet in Harry’s Love on Tour band. It felt like the ultimate validation after spending so many years as a tormented band geek. You were in your element, playing music with people who loved it just as much as you did. Especially Harry.

You hadn’t expected you’d spend much time with Harry, he was the superstar, you were just in the background. But you quickly realized that was the farthest thing from the truth. The two of you clicked immediately, falling into this comfortable flirty friendship. You two had become inseparable, everyone on the tour knew that if they couldn’t find one of you, your best bet was to look for the other. Even the fans had noticed your back and forth on stage, and you were quickly labeled as Harry’s bestie.

You had been ‘friend-zoned’ so many times in your life that you were used to palling around with the guys you liked. It didn’t stop you from falling for Harry though. You knew he was flirty by nature, so you always tried not to read too far into his actions. He obviously didn’t see you the way you saw him. You’d seen the kinds of girls Harry had been photographed with, you’d heard all the rumors about his lovelife. None of those girls looked anything like you, they were these gorgeous supermodels with tiny waists. You would never be that, so you just settled for being his friend.

But then, there was a shift. Harry’s touches started to linger a little longer, when you would hang out and watch movies, you noticed he started to sit closer and closer. And then, one day everything changed. You had just finished sound check, and Harry asked you to come back to his dressing room with him. And he took that opportunity to confess his feelings for you. You had been together ever since.

“You’ve been busy today, I’ve hardly seen you.” Harry pouted, you giggled before biting his bottom lip gently.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I promise I’m going to make it up to you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a lingering kiss.

“Mmm, you always do.” He sighs, squeezing your hips gently.

“Oh, I meant to ask you. How’d your date go the other night?” He gives you a confused look. You chuckle as you pull out your phone, tapping a few times before pulling up a deuxmoi post that was submitted of Harry, the caption saying he was out on a date with a mystery blonde.

Harry’s eyes soften, and he lifts his hand to your cheek, stroking it gently. “Angel, you know that’s nothing right? It was a business dinner.”

“I know, I’m just joking around.” He smiled widely at your words and pulled you in so that your head was resting against his chest.

Harry liked to keep his private life to himself. He felt that he gave so much to everyone all the time, that he wanted to keep some things just for him. Your relationship was one of those things. You were fine with that, you didn’t need to parade your relationship around to the world to know it was real.

Later that night, you were onstage playing your heart out. You and Harry had been playing off each other all night, like you usually would. He would also shoot an occasional wink, or sly smirk in your direction every now and then.

The crowd had been particularly rowdy all night, but as the opening notes to Watermelon Sugar began, the screaming crescendoed and people began truly losing their minds. Harry and the band had gotten used to things being thrown onstage, you had gotten pretty good at dodging the assorted items. Until you weren’t.

You were so caught up with the energy in the room, watching Harry drink it all in and give it right back to them, that you didn’t see the watch soaring in the air. But you definitely felt it when it hit you in the side of the head, knocking you to the ground.

Harry heard the crowd collectively gasp when you went down. He looked around, his brow furrowed in confusion, looking for the scene that caused such a reaction. He turned behind him and saw you on the ground, wincing in pain and holding your head.

He ran full speed toward you, dropping to his knees in front of you. He tossed his microphone on the riser beside you before collecting you in his arms.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked frantically, stroking your hair. He felt you nod against his chest, but it wasn’t good enough. “Talk to me angel, I need you to say it.”

You pulled back, tears streaming down your face, you looked up at Harry with a sniffle. “I… I’m.. it’s okay. You n–need to finish.”

“Oh sweetheart,” he takes your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss your tear stained cheeks before turning you to inspect the spot where you were hit. It was already starting to bruise, and there was some blood dripping down. He looked up at Pauli signaling for him to toss him a towel. He pressed it to your head gently as he tried to calm you down.

“You’re alright baby, I’m right here. I’m so sorry angel, I love you so much.” The words flew from his mouth rapidly, seemingly unaware that his nearby microphone was picking up on all of it.

Once you composed yourself, you reached beside you, grabbing your glasses that had fallen off when you hit the ground, and placing them back on your face. “Sorry Harry, you didn’t have to stop everything for me.”

“Of course I did,” he assured you. “You’re my girl, you come before anything, always.”

A wave of murmurs washed through the crowd at Harry’s words. Tens of thousands of people were all watching with rapt attention as he cared for you so tenderly, and professed his love for you. Their confusion and curiosity quickly turned into a chorus of ‘awwws’ when they watched Harry press his lips against yours.

The sound brought you both back into the moment, suddenly realizing that you were still onstage, and all eyes were on the two of you. Your face turned bright red, you quickly brought your hands up to cover it. Harry chuckled, pulling you close.

“I guess you’re about to get your deuxmoi debut, angel.” He joked.

“And tiktok, and twitter, and everything else.” You chuckle in response.

Harry pulled back so that he could look you in the eyes. “C’mon, let me walk you off and get you comfy, then I’ll come back and finish up here.”

You shake your head quickly. “No, I want to finish the show. I can do it.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his tone thick with worry.

You nod and stand up, picking up your trumpet to show him you were fine. He shrugged, giving in to you. He knows how stubborn you are, it would be easier just to finish the show. He gets up as well, picking up his microphone with one hand, and taking your hand with the other, leading you to center stage.

“She’s okay!” He announced into the microphone, lifting your arm up in the air.

The crowd erupted, and you curtseyed shyly. You looked over to Harry, who was already looking at you, you could see the adoration in his eyes as he lifted your joined hands to his lips.

“Alright,” Harry returns his attention to the crowd. “Shall we try that one again?” The crowd cheered and Harry let go of your hand. When you turned to return to your spot onstage you jumped suddenly when you felt Harry’s hand playfully tap your backside. You shot him a wink over your shoulder and he smiled in response.

You waved off your fellow band members as they all asked if you were alright, and if you were sure you wanted to do this. You lifted your horn to your mouth, showing everyone that you were fine and ready to move on. The song began, and the rest of the show went off without a hitch, Harry continuing to look back at you, giving you questioning thumbs ups to ensure you were feeling alright, you returned them all with a wink.

You were alright, you were great even. You knew you didn’t need the validation or acknowledgement of his fans for your relationship to work, but it felt really nice to know you had it anyway.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x band member #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles headcanon #harry styles fluff #harry's house #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry edward styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #love on tour #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot

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wonysugar · 7 months

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hate rodrigo (literally) | aeri uchinaga

a/n: this is not even a fic this is a tiny little one shot that i wrote yesterday night AT LIKE TWO AM due to thoughts we had in a discord server ahem anyways I FELL ASLEEP THO. soo have this now!!

genre : really bad crack smut like i genuinely have no idea how to describe this

word count : like 600 something?

tags : one shot, smut (obvs), crack, ptv mention, falling in reverse mention, olivia Rodrigo mention, mcr mention, taylor swift mention (sorry @pupyuj)

pairing : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic!femreader (I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO LABEL THISSFJEKF)

your music taste wasn’t something you particularly shared with people, but you didn’t hide it, either. to you, it was music, nothing more, nothing less.

however, one of your friends, aeri, took music very, very seriously, and it really showed. she had a certain aesthetic, she wore certain things and god, did she listen to certain music.

“no like i genuinely can’t grasp the fact that you unironically listen to olivia rodrigo?” she laughed, leaning back on her bed as you stared at her in disbelief.

“god aeri, some of her songs are good, you just haven’t tried them.” you snapped back, wearing a convinced smile as you proceed to jokingly hit her arm.

“okay, sure, whatever. but just imagine getting to know someone, going on dates with them, all the sha-bang. then, when it’s time to get down and freaky, they turn on their sex playlist and motherfucking driver’s license starts playing??”

she was basically cackling at that point and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. defending your cause seemed like it would’ve been difficult, with how far up her own ass she was.

“yeah, because that isn’t a sex song? olivia rodrigo doesn’t make fucking sex music?? try putting a falling in reverse song while you get naked, see how that works out for you.” you fight back.

“oh i don’t know about you, but i’d be soaked for sure. plus, anything would be better than hearing young adult women sing about their previous relationship like it was a war they fought in.” she kid, crossing her arms in victory, as if she even won the argument in the first place.

“i’m gonna make you swallow those words right back up, uchinaga.”

“try me, l/n.”

“f-fuck y/n, go- mmh- slower..”

so, it wasn’t supposed to happen this way!

it originally was just the both of you, taking turns and putting different songs on the bluetooth speaker and rating them based on ‘how wet it got you’.

turns out, while that was a theory stage, there seemed to be a practice one too, and you’ve been in it for the past 10 minutes now.

thrusting your fake cock in and out of her, paying no mind to the very loud, very obnoxious pierce the veil song that was playing in the background, you pinned her hands above her head. your pace increased with time, and the decibels of her voice increased with the pace.

“oh my god y/n pleasepleasepleasepleasee i’m s-so sorry i- fuck me- i didn’t mean-“ she cried, poor thing probably didn’t even realize that her black eyeliner was running all over her cheeks. her arms and legs wrapped around you,

“shut your fucking mouth and take it, you emo fucking cumslut.” you slammed your strap into her as she yelled out your name. while she was pleading and begging for something, you were on top of her perfect laying-in-mcr-bedsheets body.

she, herself, wasn’t aware of what she was begging for, her mind was completely blank. all she could think about was how good her pussy felt when you pounded it so violently, when you were being so aggressive with her that you just used her body however you wanted.

you thought that whole thing would be a one-time occurrence, but no, it happened a second time, when she said that taylor swift had mid music. was she doing it on purpose or something?

anyways,

yes, you fucked her with the 1989 album playing.

#smut #kpop gg #female reader #aespa smut #aespa #smut aespa #aespa giselle smut #aespa giselle #aespa giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga x female reader #aeri uchinaga #aeri my love #giselle smut #giselle #giselle x reader

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spitdrunken · 7 months

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im fascinated to know more of your thoughts on the winter king! Your first post and ideas were fantastic. If its okay I’d like to know about any kinks, suggestive, or overall possibly dark concepts you may have on his views/relationship with the reader! Like a continuation of some sorts of your first post! (Could be male reader or gn)

I will just write down some general thoughts here :')!! I'm glad to know you would like to know more of my ideas. I'll just start of with some NSFW headcanons I definitely have for him. These are just the main ones tho, I also have some somewhat extended petplay thoughts for him that I didn't put here.

notes: public / exhibitionism, CNC mention.

After being under the crown's influence for so long, Winter highly values the feeling of being in control. Especially in an intimate act such as sex, he'd want to at least feel like he's the one leading, at least the first couple of times. If he really, truly trusts you, he would be more willing to let you dom him. Based on some of the things Ice King says in canon, I do personally think he has a submissive side- An inclination for it, even, which is a remnant of Simon. His own experiences have shaped him to suppress any of such desires, though!

Winter does not shut up during sex. He's very, very talkative, constantly praising or teasing you, and describing how he's feeling! It's going to take a lot of pleasure to try and get him to shut up! Even when he's going cross-eyed with bliss, he's still babbling his needy little worlds. It melts his brain quicker if you're human, though. Your natural body heat would enhance the experience incredibly for him.

He's an exhibitionist in every sense of the word. Winter would get a lot of satisfaction of getting himself off in front of you, making a show out of it, but not allowing you to touch! He wants to see you squirm and shake with need for him so, so badly. In general, he'd try to have sex in, like, every corner of his palace. He assures you that his subjects, if they happened to walk by, wouldn't even be able to comprehend what they were seeing, much less talk about it! And if you'd let him, he'd absolutely just fuck you silly while having an audience in his throne room.

Oh, he just loves all kinds of roleplay! And if you indulge him, he will truly go all the way, with preparing costumes and lines of dialogue. It all sounds straight out of a cheesy porn, sure, but he's having the time of his life. He'd favour scenarios with darker undertones, and would be very interested in CNC if you wanted to try it out alongside him. Though he tries to ascribe any and all desires of the Ice King to the past, away from himself, he really wants to act out a kind of scenario where he's kidnapped you, his prince(ss)...! It gets him all kinds of giddy. Or anything else where he has an excuse to make you call him 'my grace / liege / King'.

As for any darker thoughts! Feel free to disregard these from the above if you aren't into it, btw. warning: emotional manipulation, dubious consent / noncon, depending on interpretation

He will try to guilt trip you into sex, if he wants to fuck you. Winter hasn't had sex in nearly a century, (....he doesn't count the times he's had encounters with Candy, the few times that has happened. He would label those moments as mistakes.) and a part of him is selfish enough that he just feels like he deserves it. He's put so much time and effort into trying to sweep you off your feet, got you food and a place to stay, plus everything else that you could desire! His hints will turn more and more thinly veiled, his touches lingering more and more. Dear, hasn't he done so much for you? Won't you be willing to indulge him, just this once? He's certain you'll enjoy yourself with him, he'll make sure of it! It's horrible, really, but Winter is simply not a very good person.

If you continue to deny him for long, he might create a mindless, stupid ice clone version of you, that's basically just a cocksleeve for him. A version of you that cannot deny him, and is always happy to be stuffed full of his cum. In all honesty, it lacks in comparison to what he believes the true experience to be like... It only makes him needier for you, in turn.

#winter king x reader #adventure time x reader #fionna and cake x reader #winter king #cha.winter #cw.dubcon #cw.public #cw.noncon #cw.cnc

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something-something-here · 5 months

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ZARTEMIS/NIGHTEMIS HEADCANNONS PLEASE DUDE- DEADASS LOVE UR BLOG IM GONNA EAT YOUR FLOORBOARDS

Omg hi I love your blog too, iminyourwalls—

I've been dying to share my thoughts with someone:

• I think I already put this in a hashtag somewhere, but when Artemis said "yes my brave one, they're beautiful tonight" she was looking at Zoë not the actual stars

• Also the 'timestamps' series + 'uniform upgrade' and 'cypress' fanfics are exactly how I envisioned not only Artemis/Zoë but also their relationship in general with the hunters and their respective roles

• They definitely love to play with the Goddess-Liutenant dynamic

• I also feel like they wouldn't put a label in their relationship, like they know they love eachother and that's enough (ofc they talked boundaries like exclusively and all), their love is free, wild and unrestrained

• And they wouldn't really try to keep it a secret but wouldn't actively tell everyone about it, but they don't need to, everyone knows

• I'm torn between the idea that a) Artemis (and the hunters) saved Zoë while she was running from the monsters Atlas had sent after her and b) young Artemis exploring the mortal world and meeting Zoë by chance and creating the hunters together

• I do firmly believe that Zoë was Artemis' first lieutenant, whether because she was her first huntress or she created that position a while after and Zoë was chosen for it

• If I recall correctly one of the things Thalia didn't like about Zoë is the way she -literally- worshipped Artemis and I think that was a bit of jealousy actually—

• Also there had definitely been hunters crushing on Zoë and her having no idea. Artemis thinks is funny but also has suddenly more -openly- affection strikes, just to remind everyone

• As far as I know Artemis was born after the titan war and Zoë being atlas' daughter was born before, making her older than Artemis and she likes reminding everyone about it every once in a while

• I feel like Zoë would have had a competitive relationship with Callisto

• Zoë is always worrying about the hunters and while Artemis loves her for that, she takes her on hunting trips together (just the two of them) and plays around with her, she loves seeing her free like this

• I actually don't think there was a confession per se but they were sharing an intimate moment together (non sexual) and they just kissed, they don't know who started it, but they didn't care

• No matter how much centuries pass, Artemis knows that there will never be anyone like Zoë, and no matter what happens, even when she's fading and the millennia are blurred together she can never forget her

• When the whole Roman thing happened and she was confused, desoriented and in unbelievable pain, her Roman and greek forms trying to take control she called for Zoë, she always helped her when the civil wars happened, when the roman empire rose, Zoë was there for her, to calm her, ground her and take care of her, loving and devoting herself to both Artemis and Diana

• Zoë sometimes sings the song of the Hespérides only for Artemis and no one else

• Zoë is supposed to have her own tent, but she always stays at Artemis'

• When there alone in their tent, Artemis sometimes turns into a wolf and starts to randomly (and gently) chew on Zoë, who at this point barely even notices

• Artemis took Zoë to hunt with her and her mother Leto once (she approves of her, Zoë is very nervous tho and overly formal with her)

• After Orion was stung by the scorpion, he went mad and tried to attack Artemis, but she defeated him with Zoë, which is why it was Zoë who was always sent to hunt him every time he returned

• Artemis brings Zoë to Olympus as her representative in meetings and companion to parties

• When she died Artemis was trying her best not to lose it in front of her, so she didn't have to worry, so she would go in peace

• Artemis is always staring at the twilight, as if she could see her, as if she could reach her. It's the time of the day she feels the loss all over again, only worsened by the stars of course, the stars

• Zoë went for reincarnation and reached the isle of the blessed and Artemis asked she be turned to a minor goddess for her achievements (kinda like Hercules)

• She does and comes back to Artemis' side, but this time it's forever (delusional)

This got a bit too long but I think that's all, if I think of anything else I'll make another post

#zartemis #nightemis #the hunters of artemis #artemis #she's never healing until she sees zoe again #when she died all things swift and beautiful and bright were buried with her #it's them #they're in love #doomed yuri #zoë nightshade #wlw #now you're in the starts [...] and here i am alone between the heavens and the embers

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ceilidho · 3 months

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Will Johnny apologise for cheating? I mean even I’m a bit confused if it’s cheating cheating you know? He was kinda forced by Ghost and we know he feels a bit guilty over it but it’s still hurtful

Lmfao sorry for the rambling, I’m loving this forced couple story and Ghost is such a Dom but I hate cheating and my stomach is so confused on if it’s actually cheating lol ♥️♥️♥️

this is a tough question for a few reasons! putting under a read more bc the topic is a bit sensitive.

a) you're right, given how that scenario played out, it wasn't really cheating. that being said, ghost would absolutely act like it is in order to make soap feel more off balanced and riddled with guilt lmao.

b) i think if soap didn't have ghost in his head to the point where he feels unmoored and directionless when ghost isn't around, he might at some point feel compelled to apologize (even though again, he didn't cheat - there's a reason this fic is labelled noncon lmao ...even though soap came and realized he liked it after the fact, that moment was definitely not consensual), but obviously that's not going to happen here in a straight forward way because soap is now sinking into the idea of getting both his girl and ghost. so slowly he's going to start to convince himself that everything happened for a reason because it resulted in him getting to be with both of his favourite people.

this fic is meant to have a SMIDGEON of angst because of the internal struggle that soap is going through (and reader too, don't forget about her - i might've chosen not to write in 2nd pov for this fic, but she still is very upset), but i specifically didn't label this as cheating because that's not really.....the point of the fic, if that makes sense. and also because soap didn't fuck ghost behind bird's back - he was wrestled and jerked off with his arms pinned behind his back. it's a toxic throuple fic at the end of the day, with scenes of dubcon/noncon that bleed into an eventually consensual relationship (sort of; the guise of one).

also lmao i know ive framed it as cheating for johnny (even tho it ISN'T given what happened), but man even if they were fucking around behind her back ....i'd be hard pressed to call it cheating man. the three of them have got a nasty case of toxic soulmatism

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merakiui · 1 year

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Sleepover with the Octotrio tho 👀

Oh, a sleepover with the trio would be so fun!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, drugging, somnophilia, non-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, blackmail)

Jade will paint your nails and help you with any skincare routines you might have, more than happy to try on face masks with you. He puts cucumbers over your eyes and everything. Floyd ate his cucumbers, but he seems to be having fun alongside you so it doesn’t matter! Azul grouses over all of the junk food and snacks, but it’s very clear he wants to partake. If you offer to feed it to him, he’ll get embarrassed. Maybe try putting the snack between your lips and then he might be more enticed to forsake his insecurities for one night and enjoy himself.

The lot of you will watch movies, play games, talk and gossip about fun stories from your homes. The trio are always very interested in the stories you share because your home world seems so unique to them. A world without any sort of magic is almost difficult to imagine. Azul’s not sure what he’d do if he couldn’t rely on the magic anemones that sprout after someone’s broken a contract if he was in your world.

The goal is to see who can stay up the latest. The first person to fall asleep gets their face decorated. Floyd’s already prepared the markers and he’s so very ready to doodle on the poor soul who succumbs to slumber first. It really feels like an innocent sleepover with lots of good fun and enjoyable activities between friends. And that’s how it begins…until you finally succumb to the sleeping pills Jade’s crushed and mixed into your tea.

Naturally, since you’re the first person to fall asleep, they have to decorate your face. :) only markers aren’t really that fun. And you can’t really blackmail someone with a face full of simple doodles, can you?

They all bicker over who gets what hole and when. Azul thinks he ought to go first because he’s Housewarden, but Jade argues that this was his idea in the first place. Floyd thinks it doesn’t really matter. Any hole works as long as it’s warm, right? In the end, Jade and Azul come to a truce and decide that they’ll settle this like (mer)men instead of arguing. Whoever fills you the most is permitted to have you first at the next sleepover and they are so very determined to win. >:)

Humans really are so cute when they’re asleep. They’re so vulnerable and pliant. It’s so different in the sea, where you have to be on guard even when in the throes of a good dream. And what’s even more fascinating about your cute human body is how, even when you’re out cold, it still reacts to every touch, every kiss, every bite and lick, every thrust. And you’re making the cutest little whimpers. How can they not fall even more in love with you when they watch your face twist in unconscious pleasure!

Of course it wouldn’t be a sleepover with the trio without photo evidence to commemorate the event. They’ll finish all over your face and take plenty of photos for blackmail’s sake. Surely even you wouldn’t want to be labeled as Ramshackle’s communal cumdump, right? Even you care about your reputation, right? You wouldn’t want all these men lusting after you if they knew you were just some slut who easily spread their legs, right? And no one will ever know whose cum that is, so all sorts of narratives will be spread. :) it’s a great way to keep you under their thumbs.

You’ll wake feeling so very refreshed (and a little sore come later in the morning) after a long night’s rest. There isn’t any evidence of what happened while you were unconscious (though you’ll never know just how much Jade and Floyd had to restrain themselves from leaving any bruises or bite marks). But Floyd did draw on your face! He teases you about how lame it was that his shrimpy fell asleep first. He was hoping Azul would be first so that you, him, and Jade could all graffiti his face with funny doodles and scribbles. Alas, his shrimpy is just too weak…

They must definitely invite you to the next sleepover so that they can start prepping you for when you’ll inevitably take their mer forms.

#meraki thirsts #yandere twst #tw: somnophilia #tw: drugging #tw: noncon #n/sfw

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nerves-nebula · 1 month

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Do you have any loveless/heartless characters? I think they're real neat <3

this post got superrr long lol. im avoiding my homework <3

so this is a complicated ask for me because my definition of "love" is intentionally different from a lot of more mainstream conceptions of it. love isn't a feeling to me, it's something you DO for people you care about, right? you make someone feel loved by doing things that show you care. you putting in that effort and correcting your behavior for their sake is love.

so in that way i don't consider any of my characters loveless. because to me Love is something you chose to do so nobody can really be loveless inherently, they're just choosing not to act loving towards someone.

HOWEVER, from what i've gleamed from a quick google search about loveless aros, it doesn't necessarily seem that being loveless is exclusive to my definition of love?

like, i'm seeing loveless aros talk about not having those kinds of feelings or doubting/opting out of western ideas of love that don't fit them. some talk about not forming that kind of "deep emotional bond" though I'm confused if they mean like.. in general, or just romantically. cuz i've never had a deep romantic bond but i've never really considered that an indictment of Love Itself so much as a type of love that I'm just not a part of.

some people are describing it as specifically romantic love that they know they can't feel. but then again some people are just using it to mean they reject "love" as a label for their emotions/experiences, so like. idk.

it feels like im on the exact same page as a lot of these people it's just that their conclusion was to throw out the word love and mine was to not accept the premise that romantic love is the highest or most important kind of love and focus on, like, other forms of love that are important to me. like my siblings and friends.

soooo i can't say any of them are loveless for sure, cuz i don't identify that way and i'm not sure i grok it yet.

HOWEVER,

I do have aromantic characters, if that's what you mean. though a lot of them are in weird psychosexual situations with each other (just cuz i dont wanna have sex doesnt mean its not fun for my characters to), though there's one or two healthy QPRs thrown in there.

tbh my understanding (or lack thereof) of romance seeps into all of my characters so even the ones who are supposedly in love are doing it with hints of aromanticism cuz like. i dont care what a crush is, yknow? there's only so far romantic tropes can take me before i tap out and just do my own thing.

but as for like canonically aro characters i've got Hondo & quinn, dotty, toasty, Thomas (you guys don't know Thomas yet lol she's a peach), Ezra and Pet (pet is a weird monster tho and Ezra is sort of dead so idk if that counts), Misha Mistaka, Pasiflora, and probably my new one, Benbeck.

I also consider Groe aroace but that's like, a whole thing. cuz Groe is mostly known for having been married to Maureno (one of my characters i explicitly consider allosexual, if not alloromantic) and their relationship takes front and center at every point sfsdf.

because even when i dont see it as romantic i LOVE to make characters lives intertwined and dependent on each other. due to my own personal issues. to be honest i dont think groe and maureno are "in love" i just think they're inextricable dependent on each other. i think their "romance" is an inherently aromantic one because it's not about romantic feelings its about their friendship and trust, which includes kissing and sex sometimes but isn't diminished when they don't do those things.

I don't think Groe feels romantic feelings but i get that two characters who ostensibly have their weird fucked up "romance" be the core thing going on in their life isn't exactly the aromantic rep that ppl are looking for. i mean, it is for ME, but not for everyone.

i guess im just not Good Aro rep tho, cuz im not interested in romance but i AM interested in finding a person who i know I can depend on for everything and share my life with, yknow? i want someone who i know will always be on my side.

and that looks the same to a lot of poeple as romance but the experience of it was way different. cuz i can be with them forever and never want to do more than kiss their forehead as a sign of affection and that'd be great for me, while i KNOW that's unthinkable for a lot of people.

but when writing my characters it's hard to really portray that internal difference. so i think ppl just assume it's romance, and like, that's fine i guess?

so like, groe and maureno fuck cuz it's fun and cuz they have unresolved issues but it's not crucial or even really important to their relationship- to the point that they care WAY more about who each other is hanging out with than who each other is having sex with.

but now i'm rambling about asexuality and stuff.. uhhh the point is YES i have aromantic characters NO I dont know if they're "loveless"

but if a character isn't aromantic or at least aspec that's probably cuz i made a concerted effort to think of them as such.

#nnstuff #ask #nnoc #arospec #aromantic #aro #groe caluna

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muzzleroars · 11 months

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What would marriage look between Gabe and V1? Would V1 try and get something special for Gabe or would it just bring a severed head and be like "tee hee,,,is for you :3"

OOUGHGGHGHUUUHH.....MARRIED......i'm gonna need to ask that everyone forgive how sappy i'm likely to be here, but i think if this was ever something they decided to do, it would obviously be their own, sort of improvised idea of marriage. v1 doesn't entirely have a concept of something like that even if it knows it exists - i mentioned it in an ask awhile back, but the closest it likely has to this is weighing its relationship with appropriate modifiers to determine that gabriel is now "husband" lol gabriel, on the other hand, viewed marriage as an important aspect of human culture and their covenant with god, but it's not something practiced in heaven as souls and angels existing there are bound only to god - it would simply be inappropriate to place any relationship as more important than the others all around you. so he doesn't give it much credence, and overall what he and v1 are is sort of...hard to define for him. partners if he must BUT...should v1 spontaneously just decide to start calling him "husband", i think he MIGHT have a lot to consider in very rapid succession.

for v1, the designation is just it making sense of its own feelings and figuring this is the best label for what it's experiencing - it would likely settle on this when gabriel is dealing with the onset of his fallen traits. the process isn't without pain and it sometimes leaves him exhausted or even ill, meaning that their sparring matches are regularly being put on hold in order for him to rest. and v1 thinks this over at some point in admittedly rare introspection, having to painstakingly pick through the emotions that make it stay, that make gabriel more important than a drive for violence in everything it does. nothing about love comes easily or naturally to v1, it never should have been capable of caring so much with how its programming was implemented, yet it's fully committed to being here with gabriel and any way he changes isn't going to diminish its love for him. so. that's a lifelong, binding commitment, right? which means "husband" must suit their situation. simple!

gabriel, on the other hand, feels completely insane when it starts dropping that word out of nowhere!! initially, he's so caught off-guard that he can't really articulate the utter shock he expresses in response, but he soon decides v1's either just messing around or that it has no idea what it's saying and simply likes the word (it does that often, sometimes repeating words bc it likes the sound they make or the sign used for them). but when he tries to explain this to it, the implications of such a word, the weight and meaning it has in a relationship, v1 simply agrees with him. yeah right, the together forever thing, choosing to spend your life with one person until you die or they die (OR divorce!!! which they argue about for awhile in a tangent) ALL THIS TO SAY THO that this how i see marriage being a consideration, with v1 sort of offering it up in its own way and gabriel now thinking that they really are in that deep. he knows he's the same way, he wouldn't leave v1 now for anything and his life without it would be something unimaginable. v1 has only just learned to love for him and he has a still infinite angelic capacity for love that pours into it. so why not? what's the harm in voicing that sentiment, giving it a little ceremony in some way? marriage, he knows, is meant to be the bonding of two souls in life and it may very well be that neither of them have a soul to give now....but maybe they do. or maybe that doesn't matter.

but really it's also about v1's feelings, feelings that are still well-protected but that gabriel has come to see the depth and immensity of in the time they've spent together now. it never asks for them to be tended to and it doesn't often tend to them itself, but navigating a myriad of emotions and experiences it never should have had comes with anxieties. it struggles to interpret the complexities of a relationship sometimes and it has worries of its own, that if being an artificial intelligence means its thoughts and self are viewed by gabriel on some level as less "real", or that its probable lack of a soul diminishes its value to an angel. it knows gabriel must have considered these things at least at some point, but it doesn't know how to approach topics like this and they make it uncomfortably existential besides, so it shoves them off somewhere to forget and doesn't respond much to gabriel trying to open it up. so...maybe this is how he can show too that nothing about v1 gives him pause in their relationship or any hesitation in how he feels. and for gabriel, being able to fully commit in his love would likely feed a fundamental part of him, to acknowledge his investment fulfilling a need he didn't know he had until then.

i kind of like the idea that maybe they would go to the surface to do it, since that's at least one of their homes - the ceremony itself isn't anything grand and follows no set traditions, but they would definitely exchange gifts!! they decide on something small and perhaps that they can always keep with them, something sentimental without too much practical value, if any....which proves to be something of a challenge for both of them lol. v1 chooses to thread a couple of its coins into a necklace, which gabriel does find a little funny even if v1 insists it wasn't trying to be (for once). gabriel goes through the last of the effects he took from home, weaving heavenly thread he's used to mend his clothes together with fur pulled from the mantle of his cloak to braid a wristband - the two sides of him coming together and fully given to v1. they lay out their promise to one another without getting overly formal into vows - instead i like the idea that maybe they made a piece of music for each other since it's something they share so often and it's easier to speak that way for both of them. of course the emotion over the course of the day finds its outlet in a good fight, but one distinctly different from all the rest - the earth is a world alone now, no longer watched by heaven, emptied of inhabitants itself, and where hell or the terminals can't touch them. it's just them, and perhaps the few quiet plants that have grown over all as reward for their singular survival. no one else will see them, hear them, know what they did, save for themselves. they know they can't stay, both actually too acclimated to hell to ever leave it now, but they do at least spend one night out in the fresh air - and no one will know they're any different by the time they come back

#LONG....LONG AND SAPPY.....#ty so much for letting me indulge!!! it's so cute uwahhhh #i think they would very much like seeing each other up on the surface too #bc dante makes the point that hell's air is super hazy/dingy #so it would be nice to see each other without the gloom :]#cake answers #v1 #gabriel #fallen gabriel

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jinjinranran · 11 months

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Mari x Saeyoung ❤️

So in this case it's CANON that Saeyoung is a bi/pan king ✌️ both fit him so I did 2 versions since I'm indecisive, tho I usually call him bi bcs it can be used as an umbrella term and bcs I hc Saeran as bi as well 🌸

Additional pieces:

I couldn't get that "someone you know is Italian... maybe even someone you love" meme out of my head and since Mari is half Italian, it fits okay 😂😭

Other characters: 💛 💜 🧡 💗 ❤️ 💚 💙 🤍 🤎

Mari's story under the cut ✨️

❤️ Mari Oh ♡ she/her ♡ 21 yo ♡ demisexual

Mari didn't have a label for her for a long time. She didn't honestly think much of it - until a friend of hers brought up a topic about different sexualities, and when she learned about demisexuality, she went oh, that kinda fits and explains a lot 😮

She had lots of celebrity and fictional crushes and can get quite... imaginative, but the thought of being intimate with a real and attainable person without being super close? Far from appealing. The whole concept of dating before getting to really know each other, blind dates, people meeting to just "hook up" or pursuing someone only because you want to sleep with them? Separating friendship and relationship and even treating the former as something less? It all put her off and confused her. Do really most people operate that way? For her, the perfect idea of a relationship is friends-to lovers trope and that's what she wished for in her own life.

She considered being demiromantic as well, but she had romantic feelings for people she wasn't close with (very few, but still); they did go away fairly quickly tho, as opposed to crushes formed after friendship.

Regarding her potential partner's gender, she has slight preference for masculinity but honestly, doesn't care much. She doesn't label her preference nor romantic attraction.

She doesn't really talk about her sexuality much unless it's with someone really close and it's revelant to the conversation.

You can bet tho that this living meme made a big deal to "come out" as Italian at some point 💀

With Saeyoung, they clicked instantly, both sharing the same sense of humor and chaotic energy (to other members of the rfa and Saeran's displeasure sometimes 😂). But it wasn't just those funny moments that made her really connect with him. She adored the dorky Seven, and she loved the hurt, broken Saeyoung. She knew she met her soulmate, her best friend with whom she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

#cmc pride series 🏳️‍🌈#mystic messenger #mysme #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #707 #mystic messenger seven #seven x mc #custom mc #mystic messenger cmc #headcanon #mystic messenger hc #original character #my art #pili oc #oc: oh mari

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taekozuyang · 1 year

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the line between us

⭒ suna rintarou x fem!reader

⭒ tags: fbw to lovers (?) | angst | love triangle | emotionally constipated suna | ARAN APPEARS HERE and he's the only person with actual braincells, we love him for that

⭒ wc: 5.1k

ㅡafter the stunt pulled at the party, you find yourself with an answer you seeked for but wished never had to know.

a/n: a repost (tho i took down the first one hours after its release) bc i finally, for the love of god, proofread this. it's not perfect but it's the best it can get. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this. sympathize with me, cry with me. goodluck ;)

the drabble i based this off | part 1

the morning has been dragging you out as though you could sense every student's wasted energy from last weekend's party. even you have not recovered from the events that unraveled that nightㅡalbeit, a particular blonde made it almost unforgettable. he made it clear to leave a receipt, a topic to gossip about on a sober monday morning.

"you're dating y/n?!" the blonde announces in an obnoxiously loud voice.

to be fair, how could not one's ear be piqued by a controversial statement? even you, the subject of the news, had your eyes goggling at osamu's twin, the infamous blonde setter who broke the news to everyone, miya atsumu.

osamu peels his head away from the fake kiss to look at his brother with a face you could imagine, embarrassed or worse horrified. his face instantly beats red, which does not help at all because it made him look guilty. in a snap, everyone's eyes were on you. a spectacle in a midst of a bleak university life.

"since when?! i thought you guys were just friends?" as atsumu pressed it became more complicated.

if osamu denies dating then the plan will collapse in a matter of seconds all because of his brother's nosiness. besides, osamu is concerned about you. he knows that putting a label on a romantic relationship is a concept hard for you to grasp. he does not want to make you feel uncomfortable by insensitively claiming that you both are dating. thus, the best response he could muster is to divert the attention.

"what's with that ugly expression on your face?" he insults him with his biggest pride (aside from being one of japan’s best setter) "and what's it with you if i am or am not dating (y/n)? it's not like you don't know her."

as atsumu theatrically gasps out loud, his drink spilling over the rim of his cup at his sudden movement your eyes gravitate toward the far corner of the room so easily as though being with him for more than a year or so made you instinctively find him in a crowded room. all faces turn blank as you spot him standing alone with a cup in hand and eyes locked with yours. he neither moved a muscle nor stray his focus from you. instead, he stares at you as if the argument between the twins and the loud music in the room vanishes into white noise. he was hard to read. he appeared as if he was the person you first met, and not the one you spent rainy days in bed, clothed with nothing but his arms around your naked waist.

in the end, osamu was forced to give a vague answer to redeem the situation. "maybe, we're dating. maybe, we're not." up until today atsumu has no idea of the truth.

no one knows the truth of your petty revenge.

today, you thought of giving back to osamu by baking him snacks during the food laboratory. it's a recipe you came up with for a project. you made it a point to make more than you are required so both you and osamu can share, like you always do. bonding over food has become a thing between the two of you.

monday is the only time of the week when you do not share a class with your friend and the only chance you get to meet him is when you cross paths at the corridor, which happened just now.

"samu!" you greet from a distance, your free hand waving at him. osamu reciprocates by flashing a smile.

"hey." he says, catching his breath as he jogs toward you. "do you have class after four?" he asks. when you utter no, his face lights up. "can you please do me a favor? my professor messed up my schedule."

"sure, as long as it's anything within my capacity," osamu lets out a relieved sigh.

"here," handing you a camera in his hand, you can already tell what it's about. "i promised tsum to record their practice game today at four but i couldn't since my professor is calling us for an unannounced consultation."

"this technically works in atsumu's favor." you arch a brow making the other pull the corner of his lips upward.

"i know my brother is a bit of an ass but i want to support him. i'm pursuing my passion and so does he, and he supports me with my cooking. i do not want to let him down today since this practice match is important to him and his team. so, technically..." he copies your wording endearingly as he suppresses a smile (how can you say no at this point??) "...it is important to me too. It’s a favor that works two ways, me and atsumu's but i'd say more of me since i do not want to get an earful from him when we get home so can you do this for me, please? pleaaase?"

you playfully roll your eyes as you say a half-hearted, "fine."

"yes! thank you! thank you!" osamu leans forward to catch you in a tight embrace. he pulls back to look at you at an arm's length. "i'll do anything to pay back the favor."

"you don't have to."

"no, i insist."

"samu, honestly, i'm in debt. i have to pay you back twice for the party last weekend."

"hm?" osamu angles his head to the side. "that's not a favor, it worked to my advantage too." you blink at him twice, confused if you heard him right.

"what?" but just as you asked, he shoves the camera in your hand as he walks past you.

"unimportant, bye!" he waves goodbye, leaving you baffled as you peer at both of your hands full of... wait... the food!

"samu, wait! the snack!" you lift a tight container in the air. "i baked these for you!"

instantly, osamu runs back to you with a grin that reaches his ears as you open the lid of the container. he takes a piece and bites large, enough to fill the sides of his cheeks. he thanks you hurriedly and wastes no time by briskly walking back down the hallway. a few steps away, he turns to look through his shoulder,

"ginger and cinnamon?! you're a mad scientist! when did you become a fan of cinnamon? it's on your every dish but it tastes good so i have zero complaints! thank you, (y/n)!" his comment makes you chuckle out loud only to be abruptly stopped by a realization that came after his innocent words. at that moment, your heart sinks gradually and silently into the depths of an open sea. it makes no noise, no signs of falling into a trap of nothingness that slowly turned into a tinge of pain. unable to grasp, your legs remained unmoved.

cinnamon.

he loves cinnamon.

on days spent with you, suna basks himself in the warmth of your apartment and fresh bakes. he told you that he loves cinnamon and you find it telling of his personality. like a cinnamon scent, his outer physique holds a hint of spice and mystery, one that reels you in. but as you devour it, rolling it at the back of your tongue and savoring every ounce of its taste, you relish sweetness. it is him, in every aspect, it is him.

osamu leaves you to your thoughts as the gray-headed misses to take a cue from your running mind. you are far more affected by suna than you thought. you were used to orbiting each other's ecliptics that losing him means losing your balance. it takes it in you to harden your knees and turn your feet into motion. when did you end up being so emotionally affected by someone?

you empty your mind as you walk to the gym, debriefing yourself on the task at hand. when you arrived, the volleyball team is already doing rounds of warm-ups as the visiting university settles their things on the other side of the court. atsumu immediately sees you as he turns a lap, face contorting into a confused look. soon, he approaches you before the practice game begins.

"i'm samu's sub." you say when he nears you.

"how kind of you. is this your way of putting your best foot forward so i can approve you as my twin's girlfriend?" you almost choke, almost. right, he didn't know. you make a mental note to tell osamu that he should let his twin know or else his mouth will cause you both a problem.

"but seriously," atsumu takes the water bottle next to you then uncaps it before taking a gulp. he takes the bottle away from his mouth and speaks. "take care of samu. he may appear unfeeling most of the time but he's a 'lil softy inside. when we were young i cry out loud in front of many making me the expressive and loud twin while he remains the calm, emotionally stable one. though i always catch him crying alone in our room."

atsumu is beginning to believe that you are officially dating his brother and something about what he said puts a weight on your shoulder. although bringing you as his date to the party to show it off to suna is his plan, you do not want to hurt him in any way possible. if your pretentious act will stir him into an issue he does not want to be involved in, you have no one else but to blame yourself. after all, he did it for you.

a man walks up to atsumu and before he could utter a word his eyes met yours. a subtle surprise makes his brow twitch as he sees you holding the miya’s camera.

"you're here." aran states the obvious.

"yep, i'll record the practice match. oh! speaking of i can send you a file too just give me your email."

"sure, it's ojiro underscore-" you cut him off, smiling to him shyly.

"no! there's no way i'll remember that. send it to me over sms. i think you have my number."

"do i?" he asks though it seemed as if he's asking himself rather than you. he shrugs, "if i don't i'll ask rintarou."

a prominent pound in your chest vibrates through your ribs as his name is spoken. You have lost grip on the situation before you as you ponder. why do you feel this way? he’s meant to be just your fuck buddy, a man that warms your bed when the night feels cold, nothing more. but why... why do you feel this way?

"your ex." atsumu fails to read the room. aran side-glances him as he damps his face with a towel.

"we were not dating." you point out with gritted teeth. atsumu is once again intrigued.

"'were'." he repeats to himself. "right, 'cause you're currently dating osamu." aran looks at you then back to atsumu then back to you again obviously eavesdropping. just when you thought his mouth will cause you and his brother a problem, he brings it to you the earliest possible. aran is suna's closest friend. if there is anyone who knows suna like the back of their hand, it is aran.

taking a swift glance at aran who is currently busy folding his towel, thus you take this chance to round your eyes at the blonde and point to the man next to him using your eyes. with a forced smile, you wish for atsumu to take a hint. "you know what tsumu, let's talk about it some other time."

he looks at aran briefly before turning to you with his brows pressed to the center. although hesitant, atsumu nods. "alright, you and samu need to explain a lot of things, and you guys might need time too. i don't mind waiting, okay? just in the meantime please be gentle with him. and don’t tell him I said that!” he points at you defensively making you laugh.

“aw, aren’t you a sweet brother?” as you tease him, the deeper the creases on his face appears making his the top of cheeks round like steamed buns.

ultimately, atsumu leaves you to your task as he jogs to the court for the practice match. aran, on the other hand, did not say anything about you dating osamu but instead said his thanks for recording the match.

by the time the practice match ended, the sun has long set. even though tonight may be the ideal time to walk back to your apartment under the shadows of moonlight, the heavy rain pour stops you. worse, it won't let you go home. you left your umbrella at your place again, a bad habit you have since. hence, you're stuck at the sports building. the only way for you to go home without getting all soaked up is through atsumu who is still in the meeting with their coach which takes hours to finish including the allotted time for a cool down and stretching and tidying up the court or you can wait for the storm to pass by which may also take hours or a day even since it shows no signs of stopping.

having left with no choice, you bounce on the balls of your feet as you stare outside. the loud splatter of rain on the roof and cement deafens your hearing which made it impossible for you to hear the footsteps coming from behind. an oversized leather jacket drops on your head, therefore, snapping you to divert your attention at the source. before you could see the person's face, his voice says it all.

"you never bring your umbrella." suna says, walking past you with a hood over his head and hands tucked inside the pocket of his pants. he spare you a look as the image of him blends in with the rain.

it was the first time he spoke to you since the event at the pumpkin patch. the day you never felt the same.

you reach home half-wet and half-not. the bottom of your legs down to your feet is soaked making the feel of your shoes and socks icky from rain but from your waist up to your face is dry thanks to suna's leather jacket.

upon entering your apartment, a dilemma keeps your feet glued next to the coat rack. you do not like seeing a piece of his clothing that line his silhouette out in the space where you can see at any point in your small apartment but you must hang it or else you will leave droplets of water on the floor. call it pathetic but you do not want to be reminded of him. remembering him brings a wave of emotions you are not accustomed to, one that you have not completely deciphered yet.

torn, you leave it on the floor. shriveled into a pile of black making it hard to recognize as a piece of clothing. that is not the best solution and you should not be doing this but it works for now. satisfied, you leave it at your doorstep as you head to your room to change.

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what was once a daily chore for suna suddenly turn foreign to him after a prolonged time of abstinence but it does not miss the fact that his body still knows how to pleasure an expectant doe beneath him.

"fuck me in the face, suna." the girl from his class drags her lips from the column of his neck down to his collarbones. when she attempts to suck on his skin to leave a mark, suna pinches her nipples as a punishment.

"i said no to hickeys." suna glares at her and all she could do is whine and pout her lips. but when he was with you, he would let you do anything. he would let you pepper his skin with bruised kisses, marking every inch of his body and oddly suna became fond of it. he looks at himself through the mirror with traces of you after morning and mornings could not be better than it was. having realized what he is thinking and feeling pathetic to reminiscing about you in a midst of having sex, suna lowers his body to the woman. to cloud his thoughts, he hovers her completely about to shove his cock again into her sensitive pussy when she stops him mid-doing so.

"not now, it hurts. you fucked me hard i can't take another round." the edge of her manicured nails graze softly on his jawline. the other hand scratching his back down from his shoulder blades down to his inner thighs. "but if you let me..." suna groans from the touch of her hand around his length. she teases him more by moving her hand slowly up and down. she caresses his tip using her thumb which causes suna to shut his eyes. his reaction fuels the girl's confidence, therefore, sliding down beneath him and between his thighs, arms pressing his waist down to her face.

suna steadies his balance by holding onto the headboard of the bed. his body gains its motion, banging his hips against her face, cock deep down on her throat. wet moans escape from his lips as she sucks harder, lips tightening around his hardened cock, and tongue dancing at every thrust he gives. lust and pleasure build in his core which pushes suna to gain speed. choking noises and groans fill the small room as the girl begs for more and suna gives exactly what she asks.

though he is reluctant to admit it, the past few days of shared awkward glances and cold shoulders have taken a toll on him. he should not be disappointed because who you are to him should be nothing more than friends with benefits. but something about how you carried yourself to the party, hand anchored over some guy's arm as you giggle at whatever lame joke the miya told you that he couldn't easily brush off. more so when you looked at him from a distance like a stranger and not a person whom you spent more than a year with.

drooling on suna's precum and her saliva, the girl's soft cries tangles with his stuttered breathing. Her jaw tenses but when she feels suna's thigh tense and his hips jerking, a sign that he is about to cum she welcomes every thrust. she wants the infamous suna rintarou of the fine arts department to cum at her disposal.

meanwhile, he blocks any thoughts of you in his head as he focuses on cumming in her mouth. albeit, the girl encourages him as she closes her lips around his digit. soon, a rush of intensity overcomes his body. he shudders as his thighs constricts and lose strength. It is not long when he finally reaches his orgasm. it takes a few lazy pumps in her mouth for him to ejaculate. the girl swallows as she searches for his eyes. however, suna’s lids are shut as he leans his face on his forearm resting on top of the headboard. he takes his softened cock from her mouth before lying on the bed beside her. not a few minutes in, his phone rings to a call. suna curses under his breath as he is forced to push himself up. due to lack of strength, he slides from the bed to the carpeted floor to reach for his phone tucked inside the pocket of his pants scattered on the floor.

"hello?" he says in short breaths.

"so, it's true." the boy says without a context making suna pull the phone away from his ear to read the contact name. it reads 'ojiro aran'.

"about what?" the girl crawls up next to him, kissing the back of suna's ear.

"about (y/n). damn, i thought you were reading things wrong."

"what about her?" just as suna asked, the girl cooed for him to come back to bed, trailing kisses on his neck to lure him to cuddle her.

"jesus fucking-, i heard that. i heard that! you know what. nevermind." a sound of a ceramic cup hitting the wooden center table resonates from the other line along with aran's frustrated tone.

"no, no, don't hang up." suna utters hurriedly before covering the microphone of his pocket device. he turns around to mouth "i can't." to the girl. he takes his boxers tossed near his pants only to be rendered to a deflated beat on the other line.

aran did hang up.

suna was quick on redialing his friend's number and to his luck, aran answered almost immediately.

"don't leave me hanging." he gathers his clothes on the floor before heading straight to the bathroom.

"if i hear another moan from a girl i fucking swear i will not answer your call again."

"it's barely a moan but yeah, yeah, whatever. she's not here." there is a short pause at the end before aran asks, voice threading on thin ice.

"that girl... that isn't (y/n), is it?" although the answer to it is obvious, it took suna a couple of seconds to respond. last month he was enjoying a free taste of a muffin, cookie, a bun, and more all with the soft kick and aroma of cinnamon. with you time seems to slow down, watching movies, fucking until both of you are breathless, and talking about random things until sleep finds its way on your lids. but now is different. he stands inside an acquaintance's bathroom with a fresh scent of lemon and sweets, far from how he remembers you.

"no." suna utters in a low tone.

"on a scale of one to ten, how fucked are you? how can you mess this up?! i was rooting for you guys!" suna remains silent as he bites on his molars. aran begins to narrate. "she was at the practice game this afternoon and saw her talking to miya. i approached them and she asked me if i wanted the file, volleyball stuff. anyway, after that atsumu was damned serious about the topic they were talking about. you know, i can only count the times he was serious about something using one hand, volleyball included."

"were they talking about the incident at the party?" suna sits on the toilet cover as he listens intently.

"i am not sure if it was regarding that night but atsumu was asking (y/n) to take care of his brother since they're dating. i'm starting to believe something is going on between osamu and (y/n). i mean, (y/n) doesn't date, just like you, and for her to ‘date’ osumu… hah! this is a stretch for her. she even took osamu’s spot as a recorder at today’s practice match." aran waits for him to say anything but the other kept his tongue stuck to his throat. the boy asks. "have you talked to her?"

suna mumbles a weak "no."

"why not?"

"i don't know! she's not texting me!" frustrated, suna's voice increases in volume.

"well, have you tried reaching her?"

"no!"

"then, you're officially stupid! all you have to do is ask her why. is that hard to do?! for fucks sake you've slept with countless women but you still have zero ideas on how to deal with them?!" aran argues which heats the conversation even more.

"exactly! i only fuck with them but i never..." lost with words and unable to describe moments with you, suna curses out loud. "fuck this! fuck me! i fucking hate all of this!"

the boy with parted raven hair storms out of the apartment of the girl he barely remembers the name of and lets his feet take him anywhere. he never minds the heavy downpour of rain over his head. his thoughts are running fast, jumbled, and tangled into loops. aran's narrative and advice ring through his ears as doubts and feelings of betrayal resurfaces. out of all men in this world, you're dating someone whom suna kept a keen eye on. he was certain osamu had feelings for you long ago but you refuse to believe, teasing him about old foe jealousy. suna wasn't jealous. he can keep up with his lifestyle of sleeping with multiple women without feeling sheer jealousy when they turn to somebody else. it is something that never bothers him, or so he thinks.

his confidence is shaken when he finds himself knocking on a familiar door.

changing to comfortable oversized clothes and having a warm meal is not quite enough to change your thoughts on suna's leather jacket. you eye the innocent clothing lying on the floor begging to be picked up and hung over the hook like the others. if the jacket could speak it would have shouted at you to treat it fairly like the others on the rack.

"but your owner is a prick," you speak bitterly. great, now you're talking to a jacket. what's next? his shirt in your drawer? his phone number? his pictures on your phone? this is beginning to feel like an actual break up and it's causing you energy. you don't want to deal with these kinds of problems, mainly the reason why you never commit to a relationship.

when you were about to turn your face away from the front door, soft knocks on the door echoed.

"coming." you shout monotonously, dragging your feet to the door and freezing when the lights flicker. the thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring, and unstable electricity power makes the scene before you like a deja vu of a horror film. after all, who the hell is visiting you at ten in the evening? and on a freaking stormy monday?

unlocking the barrel and twisting the knob open, you hesitantly pull on the door. behind it is the last person you expected. drenched and quivering in the rain and cold but he does not seem to mind or rather notice. however, his eyelids peel open when he sees you at the doorstep as though he, too, was clueless and surprised to see you.

"what are you doing here?" with a wide-eyed gaze your heart pounds in your chest. this is the first time you ever to talked to him in weeks.

"i-, a-are you," he stammers, swallowing thickly to regain his composure. he starts on the wrong foot. "why are you ignoring me?"

"rin, it's-" he cuts you off abruptly and fear comes alive when he asks.

"is it true? are you dating osamu?"

"listen, rin. i think you should-"

"tell me!" he shouts, a nerve on his forehead protruding from tension. "do you like him?! have you fallen for him?! do you imagine him as we fuck?!"

"NO! GOD, NO!" you scream. the sky rumbles and a harsh gust of wind swirls the trees into a stoic dance. the storm is with you. it unleashes wrath so you do not have to lose control. on the other hand, suna loses it.

"THEN, WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!" at that moment, you too fell into the pit of wrath.

"AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KISS HER IN FRONT OF ME?!" as if the rain is not enough to fill the gutter with pools of rainwater, the clouds burst. gradually, water breaks through the edges to rush through the drainages, like your tears that had overflown your lids, forming streaks of rivers on your cheeks.

your silent cry snapped suna back to his senses, stunned that he had made you cry. he did not intend to confront you in an argument nor did he wish for the situation to worsen, but in a matter of a minute or so, he made it happen. He runs his tongue over his dried purple lips and catches you off guard when he closes the gap, hand meeting with the side of your face. his thumb catches a tear as worry replaces anger on his face.

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you cry. i shouldn't have raised my voice at you. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he hushes you with a soothing voice. both of his hands on your face holding you like a fragile ornament ready to break anytime pressure is applied. the tip of his nose brushes against yours as your foreheads connect, and he dips in. a pair of cold lips touch yours in a prolonged peck before he draws back.

"kiss me back." yearning laces in his voice that almost convinces you to do just as you were told when he leans to steal another kiss. he urges you to move your mouth with his but he is left to an unmoving pair. he pulls back just enough for him to speak. "why won't you kiss me?" he pleads in question so gently that it breaks your heart.

"i can't." you lower your head down, unable to meet his gaze.

"why not?" his lids flutter open as he tilts your chin to search for your eyes.

"i can't do this with you. we have to stop."

"i don't understand." his thumb rubs circles on your cheeks and his brows pulled lower.

"it's not the same, at least for me."

it all makes sense now. everything that you felt from the day you saw him kiss a woman at the pumpkin patch to having him hold you in this manner. how thoughts of him perceiving you similarly to every other girl he slept with burn holes in your chest. how he made you feel special, how he treated you special. how he kissed no one but you, touched no one but you. in a dreamlike glimpse, you were convinced that you are more than just a body count on his list. that maybe, he felt it too. maybe, you are an exception. maybe, he can feel for you too.

"i'm greedy. i'm selfish. i'm not the same." you mutter, brows pressed gently to form a crease on your forehead. you lock eyes with him. "i want something you can never give."

in finality, the heavens wail for your broken heart. for a second you thank a friend for crying with you, holding you through your first heartbreak. and you hoped that as the storm past by, it washes off the pain that left your heart.

then, all of a sudden just before your mouth opens to speak your final words, the electricity in your apartment went off.

a temporary silence,

a temporary death.

breaths together in a still room,

you bleed your heart open.

"i want all of you."

thank you for reading! as per usual, likes and rbs are very much appreciated. i also accept screaming keyboard smash as feedbacks, thanks lol.

masterlist | hq.list

#haikyuu!!#hq imagine #hq fic #hq one shot #haikyuu #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x y/n #hq suna #suna x y/n #suna angst #angst #hq angst #suna fic #osamu miya #atsumu miya #aran ojiro #pea.writes #ㅡp.18+

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accio-victuuri · 1 year

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today ( 2/2/2023 ) was really a good day to cpn. none of us are even trying. things just happen. from yibo’s post & connection with sym, sweaters paws ( i’m screaming ) and the similarity of announcing things as fake with the xz clarification account. the “fake” things was so uncanny, especially to us who only ever follow news about xz and wyb. that big 假 was always associated in the fandom w/ the patrick account so it was surprising to see it on ybo. they usually are formal about this stuff or will let the yuehua account speak for yibo. reminds us of the similarities between ybo and xzs. but maybe they thought it was utterly ridiculous and decided to sass them like that. he is just so consistent. he is not single. he does not have a relationship with a top female star. lol. please pay attention to his works.

expect more stuff like these cause he still has btf & one/only. some may even dig up past “scandals” especially if ( i’m saying if here but we all know it will ) the international release of HB is a success.

anyway, did you all see the top comment on his weibo post? not that it matters. but like, it’s even higher than sym’s reply to which WYB commented.

as if the username and profile picture doesn’t give you a clue what fan they are. lol. people are saying this comment can be down voted if WYB likes SYM’s comment. or his team can do something to put it down but they don’t. I’m not saying he favors CPFs. I was never a fan of that idea, tho it is very sweet to see those interactions. What I do believe tho is he doesn’t care. As long as you like him and appreciate his works, he is good with that. He really doesn’t discriminate. He is very aware of his solo fanbase and I have no doubt that he appreciates them so much — but I think that as he gets more well known as a movie star— the labels won’t matter.

also, people noticed their love of using the doge emoji. hahahahahaha! especially when commenting back, instances where they are being very humble.

Okay that’s all. I will shut up now. 🤐

#bjyx #yizhan #clowning so hard right noooow

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soleminisanction · 11 months

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This might seem a bit out of the blue to you, but I just wanted to say your old posts about Stephanie Brown changed my mind on her quite a bit, even if I still don't feel quite as strongly about it as you seem to haha. Overall she's a character with some interesting potential to her backstory, but she's been written awfully over the years. Your points are all really well-argued, even though for me it's hard to look past the Doylist context of the choices made with her character; from plain poor writing to mysoginy to editorial mandates and whatnot, so it's tough for me to outright *hate* her, but when I put the Watsonian glasses on... yeah, she does kinda suck, and Batgirl 2009 is pretty darn shallow. And honestly, TimSteph shippers outright baffled me--well, no they didn't, a lot of their outrage at the breakup was just pure biphobia, but if I were giving people the benefit of the doubt and assuming they genuinely liked the relationship as presented from Rebirth onwards it's like... why tho. They're such a boring couple, leaving aside the toxicity of Post-Crisis because I don't know much about it and just ick. Idk what I'm even saying here. Just expressing appreciation for the effort put into your posts even if I don't agree with absolutely every interpretation, I guess. Keep on keeping on

Thank you. I appreciate you saying all that.

It's not like I'm unaware of the Doylist reasons behind all the events that happen in-comics, I just don't agree with the idea that the way to fix that is to brush huge swaths of a character's history under a rug. That's just not how you do it if you're trying to reclaim a character who's been sexistly victimized, not if you're doing it well -- they didn't do it with Barbara after Killing Joke, or Carol Danvers after Avengers #200, or Gwen Stacy when creating Spider-Gwen, or with Harley when transitioning her into anti-hero, and those all resulted in great stories.

And male characters have to deal with the aftermath of bad shit they pulled under other writers all the time. Wally West only just put a final capstone on the events of Heroes in Crisis last month. Over in Batman, Bruce is catching the brunt of fall-out from both the Babel Protocol and the Batman of Zur-en-arrh. Hank Pym got labeled an infamous wife beater because one artist misinterpreted a script direction. Roy Harper has only just recently gotten back everything that Cry for Justice took from him.

So yeah, I think it's only fair to do the same with Stephanie, and that it does the character a major disservice not to. More than that, it's lazy. The least amount of effort needed to get people on the internet to stop yelling at them.

Killing her off for Bruce's manpain and having her around, alive, but presented as a flat, perfect little Princess Badass with a bland "quirky" personality and no interests outside the immediate needs of the plot are both examples of sexist writing. If you want to engage with her as a character you need to embrace the fact that she can be kind of an asshole, that she's got negative emotions and bad opinions and shitty ideas and things that she just plain sucks at. Of course she does! She's human!

That's all feminist writing really means. Treating women like they're human instead of just a plot convenience. It should not be that hard.

#stephanie brown #I actually don't think this one is critical of her just of her writing #dc comics asks #feminism

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mysicklove · 6 months

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hii i just kinda wanted to vent here if that’s okay,,

lately i had these suspicions that i might be asexual,, despite the fact that i yk read smut and i do enjoy it and all that but for some reason the idea of experiencing it doesn’t appeal to me,, in fact i might even say that “straight” sex (like penetration and like idk oral) with men specifically repulses me (tho other stuff like pegging for example don’t bother me as much), like more specifically the idea of being in one way or another submissive to a man infuriates me (no hate to anyone ofc that’s just an observation i made of myself personally) and idk i feel bad abt it for some reason cuz i feel left out but at the same time i just can’t bring myself to like it at all.. the idea of being with women doesn’t seem repulse me as much like i do like women and i don’t mind the idea of being with them but i feel like most attraction i feel towards ppl in general is almost always surface level (in real life) i think it’s called aesthetic attraction

this is all so confusing and idek what i’m getting at but yeah, like idk if i WANT to be ace cuz like i said i feel left out and i do enjoy consuming nsfw content, i’m a virgin so maybe it’s because of that (that i’m confused abt it) ? (am i gaslighting myself if i say that ?) also like idk if others would wanna be with someone who can’t provide in that category of the relationship ? (also another thing i don’t mind giving but i hate receiving ? which is another piece of lore (💀) i forgot to mention) like sex is sometimes used as a gateway for intimacy and i do crave that kind of connection with ppl,, i don’t wanna be left behind yk ?

anyWAYS that sounded like i’m listing symptoms so i can diagnosed sorry abt that but yeah i don’t really have anyone to talk to abt this so yea !

-🩰

i’m sorry lovely that must be really confusing for you. don’t ever feel the need to put label on yourself, bc that may just cause unnecessary stress. i honestly don’t have any advice 😰 but i am glad you felt comfortable sharing with me. you are always welcome to drop by my inbox, i will always listen. don’t overthink it!! don’t stress over it, although those r both easier said than done. i love u

#💌 - love letters #🩰 darling

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lucywrites02 · 2 years

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A brand new chapter

Main Masterlist | Between the lines

A/N: This story technically is the 2nd part of Between the lines, but I think you will understand the context without reading the first part. I don't know what it it with me lately, but every story I write ends up having 3k words or more. I'm not conplaining tho, I'm just surprised I can write that much with so little motivation and time.

Feedback is always greatly appreciated

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn! Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Probably many grammar mistakes. I was too excited when I finished it and wanted to post it asap

Summary: You were supposed to work for Stephen for a few weeks and then move on to do your own thing. But you stayed and it was the best decision you have ever made in your entire life. Aka your first date with the sorcerer supreme.

You shrieked, almost tripping on your own feet. You couldn’t see a thing, but thankfully Stephen was holding you tightly, navigating your steps. He was the reason you were going through the city of New York blindfolded, but you didn't even mind it. The sorcerer promised you a fun first date and even though you were the one who asked Stephen out he insisted on organising everything. Apparently The Sorcerer Supreme had come up with a great idea after your little talk in the restaurant all those weeks ago and just waited for the right moment to execute his plan.

Stephen has been nothing but patient, waiting for you to get better and being there for you as a friend during the last 3 months. And you sure hoped that the wait was worth being dragged around the town with a blindfold on. This must have looked hilarious to all the people who walked past you. You giggled, trying to imagine this scene- one of the most popular heroes dragging a random person through the streets of New York, smiling like a little child.

“We’re almost there.” The doctor announced with excitement in his voice. He can’t remember a time when he felt so happy and carefree- and your date hasn’t even truly begun.

When you asked Stephen out on a date earlier that day he was nothing but thrilled. When the topic of your potential romantic relationship came to light that one night in his favourite Thai restaurant neither of you actually expected it to happen. Stephen insisted that you should take care of your mental health and has been incredibly supportive. It made you fall for him even more, but you feared that his patience would run thin and he wouldn’t be interested in you anymore by the time you decided you were ready to give him a chance . Thank the Vishanti you were very wrong.

Suddenly you stopped walking- or rather Stephen stopped you. The city was always a busy place full of a variety of sounds, but you couldn’t recognise any of the noises around you. There were people laughing and music playing over some random sounds of buttons and balls hitting the ground but that only made you even more confused.

“We are here!” Stephen exclaimed, carefully untying the blindfold. “Okay, you can open them!”

You did as he asked and your eyes met with a hallway full of LED lights and dozens of different arcade games. You covered your mouth with your hand, feeling even more excited as before.

"Oh my Vishanti." You gasped, turning to face your… boyfriend? You didn't want to make Stephen uncomfortable by putting a wrong label on your relationship just yet, but the thought of calling him your boyfriend made you all warm on the inside. The doctor smiled, offering you his hand which you gladly took and so the two of you made your way to purchase the tickets.

"There are so many things in here I don't know where to start." You said with a huge grin on your face. Your date has just begun and you knew it was going to be an amazing night.

"Hmm, we could walk around and see what we like the most." The sorcerer proposed, gently squeezing your hand as you went deeper into the hallway. "Or better!" He continued with a brand new dose of excitement in his voice. "Let's go look at the prizes first. You can tell me what you want so that I can win it for you."

"That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, Stephen." Giving his hand a light squeeze you leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

The doctor’s heart jumped in his chest when he felt it. His face was surely covered in bright red.

“Don’t be too excited. I haven’t won anything for you yet.” The sorcerer said, swaying your joined hands as you walked through the praises section. Even though you had dozens of amazing things in front of you, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of your date. The blue light coming from the arcade games behind you made his cheekbones stand out. The silver strands in his hair seemed to be sparkling like glitter. And his eyes… You loved Stephen’s baby blues and now they looked like little diamonds, reflecting the light around them and creating tiny rainbow areolas.

“It’s the thought that counts.”

“I need you to remember that you said that in case I won’t be able to actually win anything.” The doctor joked, making you giggle.

The two of you stopped at the shelf with prizes for 2000 points or more. Most of the stuff were giant squishmallows and other plushies that were bigger than your twin sized bed. In the corner you spotted a polaroid camera for 5000 points and exhaled loud enough for your companion to hear it. Stephen’s eyes followed your gaze, making the sorcerer smirk. 5000 points couldn’t be so hard to get, right? But before he could ask if that was what you wanted you pointed at a medium sized teddy bear with a little red cape. A teddy bear that resembled Stephen. As much as the doctor disliked seeing his merchandise he had to admit that this plushie was kinda cute. They even gave it his goatee and his hair looked pretty well.

“I want that one.” You said with a giggle, knowing very well what your friend thought about it. You leaned your head on Stephen’s shoulder and threw your hands around his waist. “Please?”

“From all of those things you want that one?” The sorcerer supreme laughed, embracing you as well. You could feel the vibration in his chest as his laugh echoed through the alley you were standing in. “It’s not even 1000 points…ouch.” His smile fell, pretending to be hurt by this unfair arrangement. . “I’m worth at least 1500.”

You couldn’t help, but wheeze, hiding your face in his chest as you tried to steady your breath.

“You’re a funny one, mister doctor.” With a little pat on his shoulder you took a step away from his arms to point at the shelf. “What do you want?” You asked, playing with the hem of your shirt with your free hand. “And don’t you dare say you don’t want anything!”

Your friend looked at you and then back at the display with a playful smile on his face. “That one.” He pointed at a little box in the 1000 points section. “I want that one.”

“You want a funko pop that looks like-” the idea of Stephen bringing that little toy home was so ridiculous to you you almost cried from trying to contain your laughter. “This is hilarious.”

“Yes, I want it.” The doctor pulled your hand to try and move you to the next part of your adventure. You didn’t protest much and quickly followed him. Stephen would get you that ridiculous plushie and the camera. All he wanted in return was your happiness and that funko pop. “You know-” the sorcerer continued as the two of you made your way to an automaton with the classic Pac Man game. “Wong said once that it would be fun if he had his own merchandise. This toy will be the perfect gift for him and me.”

“We can start with this game. Play a few rounds together to get more points and then play separately?” The man gestured for you to sit down, which you gladly did and inserted a few tickets into the machine after you gave him an excited nod.

This night was getting better and better with every minute. You could hear Stephen saying “I will put it on my nightstand” as he sat down beside you on the chair that was too small for two people, making you slide. Instead of scoothing over and giving you some space, Stephen took the entire seat and pointed at his lap.

“If you’re okay with that you could sit here…” The sorcerer proposed with a blush covering his entire face. “Or you could just sit on the chair and I will-”

You didn’t let him finish and just sat down on his lap, putting your head on his shoulder to get more comfortable. “We switch after every round?” You asked, waiting for Stephen to hit start. You could hear his heart beating faster. You found it cute.

“What? Oh yes, of course.” And then the game finally started.

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“No wait!” You pulled Stephen back by his hand, laughing like crazy. Apparently the sorcerer was very skilled at arcade games. He had so many tickets it would be enough for two Doctor Strange teddy bears and probably some small keychain. You’ve been playing for hours and it was probably well after midnight. Stephen wanted to go get the prices and leave, but you needed just a few more points to get him that funko pop and another gift. “I need 200 more points!”

“But you already have enough for my mini Wong.” Your date flopped dramatically on the bench behind him, pulling you onto his lap for the 100th time that night. You liked that a lot, but you were on a mission! You desperately needed to get those points.

You giggled, seeing some breadcrumbs- remains of your dinner at the arcade- on Stephen’s shirt he didn’t swipe off. With one move of your hand they were gone, but your palm stayed glued to the sorcerer’s chest. He looked up at you and covered your hand with his, his thumb gently drawing circles into your skin. Of course it wasn’t the first time you two were this close, but it never failed to make you feel warm on the inside. You were curious how Stephen’s kiss would feel.

The sorcerer thought about kissing you multiple times during your date, but he didn’t want to rush things. It would happen eventually- maybe when you come back home or maybe in two months. It didn’t matter to neither Stephen nor you. You had plenty of time and simply wanted to enjoy the moment.

“Give me 10 minutes with galaga and I will meet you at the register with your mini Wong and a surprise.” You said, putting a stray silver hair behind his ear and leaned down to give him a quick forehead kiss.

“10 minutes?” The doctor sighed heavily, wiping an invisible tear. “How will I survive it?”

“You’re a dork, Stephen Strange.” You stood up and headed to get your last points. “See you in 10 minutes!!” You shouted and smiled when he blew you a kiss. Anyone who saw you probably thought you guys were drunk or something. But it didn’t matter how crazy you looked and what other people thought of you. You were happy- Stephen was, too.

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Stephen didn’t want to let you go. He couldn’t imagine a moment away from you, but right now he was glad that you were doing your own thing. It gave him the opportunity of buying you that polaroid camera with his tickets. His pockets were filled with little pieces of paper and it was so hard to hide them from you. Of course you knew he had more points than he needed to get you that plushie, but you had no idea he had a secret stash in the pockets of his jeans. He might have cheated once or twice to get them, but some of those games were rigged anyways! At least that was what he chose to believe.

Stephen couldn’t help but smile as he walked down the hallway to the register. At first he thought that a date at the arcade would be a mistake- it was something for young people, not two very much adult sorcerers- but thankfully Wong convinced him to take you there. The doctor had never had so much fun on a date. Never. Most of his outings were very generic- a dinner at a restaurant, watching a movie in the cinema. Not that those things were boring, but it just wasn’t it sometimes. It wasn’t as exciting as this. For the first time in years Stephen felt young and carefree. It was something he really needed. His job was stressful so it was really nice to just be normal for once.

“I would like numbers 10 and 16, pretty please.” The doctor said, putting his tickets on the counter.

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“Okay, I know it’s been more than 10 minutes, but the freaking machine wouldn’t give me my points!” You greeted him, waving your little bundle of tickets.

“That is outrageous.” The sorcerer stood by the exit door, hands behind his back hiding your gifts. “Unacceptable.”

“I know!” You laughed and ran to the register to get the prizes for Stephen. You were watching as one of the workers fetched your stuff and didn’t notice that your date was now standing right behind you.

“So what’s the surprise?” He whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Dear Vishanti, Stephen!” You shrieked. The sorcerer hid his face in your shoulder, trying not to laugh and failing miserably. He laid little kisses on your cheek as an apology and you just couldn’t be annoyed when he was acting like a total softie. “You’re lucky you’re cute, doctor!”

“Grandma was right all along- this pretty face would help me get away with everything.” He murmured into your cheek. If his hands weren’t occupied he would have embraced you the moment he saw you again.

“You’re so stupid.” you laughed, turning your face a little bit to the left to be met with Stephen’s angelic smile. Your noses were almost touching and if you moved just a little bit, your lips would, too. “I like that in a man.”

“Okay, lovebirds! Here’s your stuff!” The boy behind the counter gave you your prizes, packed in simple grey paper bags which you quickly snatched to hide behind your back. Stephen thanked him and you guys left the arcade with a blink of an eye.

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There were many benefits of being a sorcerer. One of them was the ability to create portals to almost anywhere in the world. Yes, this day was amazing, but you were so happy to be back in the sanctum. It was good that Stephen transported you right to his room because you wouldn’t want to wake up Wong. You would get an earful for that.

“Close your eyes!” you ordered when the two of you were comfortably sitting on his bed.

Stephen did as you asked and waited for your next command. He could hear you fiddling with some stuff, trying to open a box he saw earlier. As much as he was excited to receive his mini Wong, Stephen wondered what else you got him.

He felt something in his hand. It wasn’t heavy. All Stephen could deduce was that this thing was shaped like a rectangle and had some sort of a cable attached to it. You put the box with his mini Wong on top of it so he wouldn’t see the surprise when he opened his eyes.

“You can look!” You said cheerfully, making your lover’s smile widen.

“Oh, he is so going on my nightstand.” Stephen laughed and opened the box, letting the other gift fall on his bed. He didn’t want to see it just yet- it was supposed to be a surprise. The doctor couldn’t remember when was the last time he felt such joy from getting something so silly. He felt like a kid opening his birthday presents. But somehow this felt so much better. He was a grown man and it was rare to have a moment for himself- to just care about his own happiness for once. And you made it possible.

“I will put him in my shirt pocket and carry him around until Wong notices.” He said and put the toy aside. His gaze travelled down to his sheets to finally see what it was that you gave him. All he could do was gasp. “No way.”

“I know your last cassette player broke when that demon paid us a visit and demolished our living room.” You said, fiddling with your thumbs. “I know how much you liked it and when I saw it at the arcade I just had to take it with me.”

“I-” The sorcerer stuttered, holding the player close to his chest. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you!” He whispered, hugging you tightly.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“Like? I love it!” I love you, Stephen thought- the smile never leaving his face. “Okay, it’s my turn!” He announced, picking his bags off the floor.

“Stephen the bear is now officially yours.” The sorcerer giggled, placing the plushie in your arms. You immediately embraced it, squeezing the life out of it. “I see I have some serious concurrence.” He joked, pointing between you and the teddy bear you were holding so dearly.

“No one could ever compare with you, Stephen.” You said, giving your lover a kiss on the cheek. “Although I have to admit…. This guy is really huggable.”

“Oookay, to the next gift.” Stephen blinked, taking the plushie out of your arms and throwing it on his pillow, making you wheeze. You knew he was just playing- he was being so silly and carefree today. You loved seeing him like that. “I saw you looking at it. I knew you wouldn’t ask for it, but I wanted you to have it.”

He fished into the bag and pulled out a medium sized box. You recognized it immediately.

“You gave me a camera?” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands. “You didn’t have to!” You jumped into his arms, hugging him as thigh as you could.

“Well, I said I wanted you to have it.” He murmured, laying gentle kisses on your head.

You squeezed his waist once more and pulled away to open the box. You quickly inspected the camera to see if anything was missing and when you were sure that this thing was in a good condition you put the film in and turned it on.

“Wanna take a photo?” You asked with excitement in your voice. There’s no better way to document your happiness than taking a bunch of photographs.

“Of course.” Stephen smiled, pulling you into his lap- his arms wandered around your waist to keep you steady while his cheek was glued to your own. He couldn’t wait to hang this photo somewhere in the sanctum. He will make a copy to keep it with him when he’s away from you. To keep you close to his heart. And he didn’t care how cheesy it was.

You put your hand up, stretching it as far as you could and clicked the button. The film came out of your polaroid as soon as you heard the soul of the flash. Stephen took the pic out and shook it, too excited to wait.

“You’re actually not supposed to shake it.” You said, taking the photo out of his hand.

“I’m not?”

“Not really. Let’s just put it next to your mini Wong and wait.” You said and did just that.

"There's one more gift I have for you." You whispered with a sprinkle of hesitation and shyness in your voice. You were really nervous about this one. Getting off of Stephn’s lap you took a seat on the opposite side of the bed, making sure you were still close.

"3 gifts?" Stephen smirked, blushing like stupid. "What have I done to deserve them all?"

"You did a lot, Stephen." You have thanked him plenty of times. For letting you stay in the sanctum longer than it was necessary. For helping you start therapy again. For being kind to you and for making you fall in love with him. "You deserve so much more than I can give you right now."

"Meeting you is the best gift I have ever gotten." He said, squeezing your hand and bringing it to his lips he laid a soft kiss on your skin. It made you shiver in the best way possible. And maybe, just maybe your eyes became a little glassy. "And although I will surely love whatever else you will give me, your presence will always be my favourite gift."

Stephen smiled and closed his eyes again, awaiting your next surprise. After his little speech you had no doubts- you were in love with Stephen Strange. And it felt fantastic.

You could feel his thumb drawing small circles onto your palm. You smiled, with tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You quickly freed your hand from Stephen's grip and gently put it on his cheek. You leaned closer. And closer.

“May I kiss you?” You whispered before your lips could touch.

The sorcerer opened his eyes to look at you. He could feel your breath on his skin, longing for the taste of your lips. “God, yes.” He exhaled, gently cupping your face in his hands, connecting his lips to yours with a little too much force.

Your free hand- the one that wasn’t resting on your lover’s cheek- landed on the mattress to keep you from falling. The doctor could feel you smiling into the kiss and his heart threatened to rip his ribcage open. And although he would surely die because of it he would die a happy man.

The kiss- although powerful- didn’t last long. Neither of you dared moving away- your foreheads were connected and you were smiling like crazy. You closed your eyes again, leaning closer to kiss him again.

“Wait!” Stephen whispered, making you freeze. He quickly turned around to face his nightstand and picked up mini Wong to make him face in the other direction. He stole a quick glance at the, now fully developed, photograph of the two of you and he could feel his heart melting. “Okay, you can kiss me now.” He said in a serious voice and you couldn’t help but to laugh. And it was contagious.

“You’re so silly.” You said in between kisses, still giggling like a little kid. “I love seeing you like that.”

“I love that you make me feel like that.” Stephen whispered into your lips. “Plus I won’t let him look at us with those round black eyes when we make out. Gross.”

You shook your head, amused by his behaviour and put your arms around his neck.

“I’m glad I met you, Stephen.” You said, stealing a few more kisses. “Coming here was the best decision I have ever made.”

“And I’m glad you decided to stay.”

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